"Death" is just a fancy word to describe a broken man-machine. Nothing ever truly dies, because there is nothing to be alive. Life and death are just words, a poetic language for something, which for some reason at one moment works and later for the same reason stops working. Few hours ago I've admired death (La Mettrie, You had to fuck up my mind?), now I'm disappointed. I assume machine needs a proper fuel to work.
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